My childhood dentist told me if I didn't stop eating candy I'd be fat and all my teeth would fall out. He said we were too poor for white fillings so he did silver. He didn't believe that I had a sealant that flipped up so he didn't even look at it and I had a cavity in that tooth on my next visit. He didn't believe that novocaine takes a long time to work on me so I always felt every part of the drilling. 30 years later and I'm still scared every time I go to a dentist.
Throughout my childhood and teenage years I never saw a dentist, because I had already developed a fear of dentists and doctors at a very young age. I was afraid of dentists without even going to one. And my mother already knew my fear was so intense that she stopped taking me to the doctor and never took me to the dentist because she didn't want to have to fight me in order to get me out the door.
And I mean literally fighting with me because I've always been known to start panicking, kicking, screaming and crying. The older I got, the harder it was for my mom to physically pick me up and carry me out the door. She eventually gave up on it. So yes, I've had dental fears for about as far back as I can remember.